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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIGIL, by MABEL ELIZABETH SIMPSON First Line: No one will ever really know Last Line: O this is I, this is I! | |||
No one will ever really know Where I came from nor where I go. This is not I, this body's mold, The hair that you touch nor the hands you hold. A voice to hear and a face to see These are the outward signs of me. Come close, come close, come near, come near, I am keeping a vigil here. Here in a little house of clay Something is now that will go away. Something leaping and something light To go like a flame on a windy night, To go like a flame in a windy sky, O this is I, this is I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER by MABEL ELIZABETH SIMPSON AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WALKING HOME AT NIGHT; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES A SPRAY OF HONEYSUCKLE by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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